Garrock watched as each of the drakes landed, his expression dull and uninterested. It was almost like he was staring past them, imagining himself somewhere - [i]anywhere[/i] - else. It was only when Shieldwing came crashing ungracefully down on the shore that the older dragon snapped out of his apathy. [color=FADA5E]"Oh for the love of...!"[/color] Garrock hissed as he came storming over to the red drake. [color=FADA5E]"What did I [i]just[/i] say?"[/color] Despite the harshness of his tone and his previous words about not caring if the drakes got hurt, he began looking Shieldwing over for any sign of injuries. [color=FADA5E]"Hmm, no broken bones, I suppose that's something."[/color] He huffed and shook his head. [color=FADA5E]"Great moons, what were the council thinking, sending [i]raw-scales[/i] do deal with this. This one can't even glide straight,"[/color] he grumbled to himself. He then took a step back before saying, much louder now, [color=FADA5E]"You're fine. Just walk it off!"[/color]

He made his way back to where he had been standing before and turned to address the rest of the clutch. [color=FADA5E]"I certainly hope you're all better at navigating the land than you are the air,"[/color] he said. [color=FADA5E]"Otherwise this is going to be a [i]long[/i] mission."[/color]